Every summer, even before I was legally
Every summer, even before I was legally
We were about to embark on a trip out into the wilderness of Gatlinburg, TN that we had never laid eyes on. The best part? We left at 6:30 in the morning with plenty of snow on its’ way. So, we were prepared. We looked like Odysseus as a beggar with rag-like clothing wrapped around us, hoping to retain warmth through our journey.…
The brisk trek through rough wilderness had taken its toll on the portly fog of a man. Now wheezing, he bowed low to prop up his arching frame on a knee high boulder on the side of the path. He watched with passive intrigue as giant sweat droplets fell to earth. Each one making a crater in the previously undisturbed soil carpeting the seldom used trail leading up to the Burbank overlook. He wanted nothing more than to feel the wind blow across his puffy face when he got to the top.…
In an unspoken agreement, Tom had packed a bag and officially moved into Booker’s apartment. The dark-haired officer tried his damnedest to make the living arrangement work, but life in the cramped quarters was proving problematic. Tom spent most of the day asleep in the bedroom, the door closed, the defiant act a clear warning for his friend to leave him alone. It wasn’t ideal, being relegated to the couch in his own home was inconvenient, but Booker understood the reasons behind Tom’s behavior. The young officer needed time to process the senselessness of his brother’s death, time and space.…
As a man, I hammered nails on a job-site overlooking Base Lake. An east wind rose off the waves, off the beach, rocks, trees, and birds rode it in a circling flock. As I prepared to leave work, I wiped down each tool. I remember Dad finding his hammer in the mud by our fence. He believed I dropped it in the snow.…
The adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I couldn’t stop despite the fact that my lungs felt as if there were icy shards lodged in my chest. Haunted figures of the men that destroyed my life as I knew it flashed before my eyes as I lept over crates and pushed down trash cans behind me, my path marked by a riddled maze of rotted food and old possessions. The tears in my eyes were no longer tears,but streaks of moisture…
Choo-Choo Hotel: Check out one of the largest model train displays in the U.S. at the Choo-Choo Hotel in Chattanooga where you can even sleep in a Victorian railroad car! The model is 174 feet long and 33 feet wide with enormous detail including 1200 cars and 3000 feet of track. If you love miniatures, it’s worth the stop even if you don’t spend the night there! Rock City: Just south of Chattanooga, about 10-15 minutes off of I24, is Rock City.…
One morning Shindel woke up and something was off. She began her morning routine, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. There was some lingering doubt and anxiety about getting dressed. she moved past the uneasiness and put on some clothes, but again a dull twinge came over her while brushing his teeth. It was there, staring her in the face, but he couldn’t see it.…
No more days of Schwinn Flyers, top-heavy with waxed dailies, free-lock folded, crackling down wet, 4:30-a.m. blacktop – neighborhood heroes’ hands, chaffed, cut and blackened, gripping the bars. No more years of apprenticeship focused on: a cheeseburger, malt and jukebox tune, flaunted in a single diner trip, or bold days decked out in satin shirts, two-tone patent leather shoes with taps all around, pink, suede, super-thin belts, and a strut. And, no more keen, proud, serious men growing inside sleepy-eyed boys, eating yesterday’s donuts with coffee.…
Sweksha Poudel COMP I (1908) Ms. Tee 11-01-2015 http://sevennaturalwonders.org/ Experiencing the Mount Everest Mt. Everest is the highest mountain in the world which represents the highest spot on the earth’s surface. Its summit reaches a peak of 29,029 feet (8,848 m). This natural wonder is located in the Himalaya Mountains on the border between Nepal and Tibet. It is also known as Sagarmatha and Chomolungma.…
As human beings we inherently fear change, especially those of us with social shortcomings, who prefer routine schedules to overwhelmingly new experiences and unpredictability. Such was the case for me. My family moved when I was just turning three years old to Mount Horeb, Wisconsin, a small town of about 8,000 people, located about thirty miles from Madison. Mount Horeb is a quaint suburb known for its Norwegian heritage. It is a fine place to raise a family, but as I got older, I realized that I no longer felt welcomed and sheltered by the small and tightly-knit community, but rather I felt trapped, paralyzed by the limitations of a suffocating town.…
In 1942, during World War II, Mount Rainier had been used by military ski troopers for winter training; it had been off limits to all other people. During the winter of 1949, A huge snowstorm had caused Mount Rainier for a while because of the major damages it had caused to the park. A new record had been broken by Mount Rainier, in 1971, for the most snowfall in a year. In 1999 Mount Rainier had celebrated being 100 years old, and had many festive events. Mount Rainier, the volcano, is around a million years old, the national park is only around 30 years old.…
“Jenna? Are you going to come with us?” my dad whispers, gently awaking me from my land of dreams. I rub my tired eyes open. “Of course I am,” I groan, stretching the sleepiness from my body.…
The hazy feeling of staying awake for an entire day settled in my body. As the early flickers of sunlight shone through the grand windows of the studio, I was able to look down at my work and appreciate the beauty of it. Perhaps it was the several shots of espresso, or the feeling of adrenaline but I was able to complete my first Architectural project. Just like most of my summer, I spent hours using my lead holder to perfect each line in my plans and sections and I sharpening my pencil much too often to make sure that each line was crisp and that my line weight was exceptional.…
We sat on the hot metal of the bleachers outside of the baseball field. The rainy days of Spring were replaced with the sweltering heat of the Summer, and hearing the clink of a baseball hit a bat in the Summer had become a tradition for almost five years. My older brother Dakota had spent those years being bombarded by sweat, mud, and the encouragement of his family, friends, and coaches when the team needed to hit a ball or when he wanted to show off how much better he had gotten since the last season. We were all ready for the season to be over so that we could plan our almost yearly trip to Virginia to visit our Aunt, Uncle, and our almost overwhelming blue-eyed cousins, Liam and Carlile. When the baseball season had come to a happy--or sad--ending, we would plan the trip and be piling into the car within the next week or two, to go on the getaway…
Grass Ceiling “Are you kidding me?” I groaned boisterously as the last remaining trimming string snapped and the weed whacker gradually churned to a stop. I had been so consumed by my thoughts of planning my senior speech, crafting my life plan of becoming a nurse anesthetist, and figuring out what I wanted to eat for breakfast, I failed to notice my quickening pace and that I had outworked the machine. It was a humid Sunday; the grass was still wet with morning dew when I had abruptly woken up and tied on my decrepit, battered, green-stained sneakers. As I began the trek to my neighbor’s house the sweet strong smell of wet grass lingered in the air.…